The Journal of a Sporting Nomad 

 fasting just as it was getting light, thus making 

 a very early start, the more necessary as the 

 days now were all too short, and we con- 

 templated going far beyond where Johnny and 

 I had seen the hinds on the previous day- 

 farther to the eastward. 



My feet were most tender, owing to being 

 unaccustomed to wearing mocassins, but I had 

 bathed them in a strong solution of salt and 

 water, which I trusted would harden them. To 

 make things worse, I hit the toes of my right foot 

 against the stub of a tree, which hurt much, and 

 for a time made me go slowly. 



We saw lots of willow grouse. They do not 

 mind human beings in the very least, and sit on 

 the low scrub until you approach them closely, 

 when they may rise and fly off thirty or forty 

 yards. I killed three by shooting their heads off 

 with a bullet each, as I had no shot-gun with 

 me. They made most excellent stew, and we 

 had them roasted over the fire to take out with 

 us for lunch on the barrens. 



We went over practically the same trail as 

 on the previous day, but had no luck at all, 

 until we 1 had passed the spot where the hinds 

 and pricket had been seen. Then we entered 

 and crossed a deep gulch, ascending the farther 

 side, and had not gone more than half a mile 

 when Pat saw a stag standing on the side of a 

 hill, about five hundred vards off. He was feed- 



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